Bambi and the Duke
Disowned for being a human, Vivian was taken in as a maid at the age of seven by the Carmichael household. Serving one of the most respected and elite pureblood families in Bonelake, there were rules. Rules that must be followed by all servants and maids. Like everyone else, Vivian was repeatedly reminded not to disobey the rules. But before she could learn to blend into the background like the other servants, the Duke's young son calls to her, “Bambi.” And all hell breaks loose. ----- "What? Never seen a bruise before?" Leonard scoffed at the girl. "Does it hurt?" Vivian asked, gently kneeling beside him and examining the several bruises covering his face. "Not that much." Remembering what her mother used to do when she got a bruise, Vivian brought her sleeve to her mouth and blew warm air on it before placing it on the boy's cheek, taking him by surprise. Leonard swatted her hand away, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks embarrassed, "W-what are you doing?" "Mama told me this will make the pain go away," the girl held her hand close to her chest as she shared her past memory. "I’m not a child!” Leonard huffed at her. “I don’t think you’re a child,” she stared at him with a crystal-clear gaze. Taken aback, Leonard locked eyes with her for two seconds before shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll heal in a day or two anyways," he reassured her before getting up and taking a seat at the table where his books were placed. "Odd girl," he muttered to himself as he pulled the top book from the stack and lost himself in it.
What's going on? -Part 2
Next book in the series, book #4: Young master Damien's pet
She gulped the remaining taste that was in her mouth, "Shall we go?" he asked her. Standing up, he gave his hand for her to take and when she took it, she was glad as she felt a sudden head rush as she stood up. It took her a couple of seconds to get her footing right before following Leo with her hand in his.
The coachman had been waiting for them and upon their arrival, he quickly went around to open the carriage door to hear the duke say, "How long is the distance from here to the mansion?" It was the oddest question to the coachman as they had travelled across this path several times in all these years. And for the master to ask it, he found it to be rather odd. Nonetheless, the coachman bowed his head as he went to answer,
"It shouldn't take more than ten minutes from here to get back to the mansion, master Leonard," with the lady who stepped in, the man nodded his head.